My Journey continues

In Swahili, Safari means long journey….how appropriate for me.

I was part of the “Team Worley and the Replacements Safari” – long story, but it meant my only preparation for this trip was to read Donnie’s packing list and show up in Amsterdam. I basically had no idea where I was going or what I’d be doing. Which as it turns out, made this one of the most special and amazing trips of my life.

I knew if I didn’t follow the packing list precisely, I would get the stink eye from Jim and traveling with Monty, even if you pack a toothbrush, you have overpacked. So, I followed the list to a T – no hairspray, no hairdryer, no camo stilettos, no zebra print hand bag, rather gaiters for my shoes, Mossi guard by the liter, and knee pads…….

I met the crew in Amsterdam – a sight for sore eyes for sure. Their flight from Houston was about 10 hours, but they were bright eyed and bushy tailed. We did some seat swapping so Rachel and I could “catch up” – and indeed, we talked, laughed and giggled like Hyenas for the entire 10 hour flight. Even other passengers stopped to join in on our fun.

Once in Kilimanjaro, we split into our Hunt Teams for transport to the “Lodge” in Arusha. Team Worley and the Replacements with Johnny, our Professional Hunter. And the Draeger Safari with Nigel, their Professional Hunter.

As we arrived at the Lodge, I knew we weren’t in Kanas any longer. We were greeted with wet towels and beverages due to our “long journey”. We dropped our bags for our quick overnight and enjoyed cocktails and the first of many remarkable dinners.

Dining room at the Lodge